I'm Ding Xiao'an. From the very first time I saw Lin Wei'an, I disliked her. That feeling was confirmed every time I ran into Ling Yu afterward. We met through a carefully arranged twist of fate. Our youth passed like the changing seasons, each one a song. The young Wei'an was the goddess in countless people's eyes, yet she was also fate's castoff. I have wondered more than once: if there had been no city lights and bustling traffic, no cousin Wei'an and the Ling brothers, would Ding Xiao'an still be that country girl who called the shots in Dongdawei and gathered friends around her? Would every story that should and shouldn't have happened have stayed forever in the summer of 1997?
Dear, I don't have time to take a look. I know this is what you like all the time, and I support you.
Dear, I never have time to look at it. But I know this is just something you want to do.
Beauty. The article has reached 170,000, I must admire your speed. Don't you have too few classes and the final exam is coming soon? Don't write anything that will affect your own study. Also, it's very cold these days, so be careful.
The article is good. I support you. If you have any difficulty, let me know. It's free of charge. If I fail, my class will be your strong backing. So my thing…
Inner cow!! Why was it deleted? Ouch! . Kissing me is really not a lie=. =People have Weibo certification. . .
Let me get some sutras, Amitabha!
When I saw the cover, I wondered whether I designed it myself or the website designed it.
I have always had a question, that is, you write well, but why are there so few clicks? Let's hope he can become a god soon, Xiaohu is here early.
The days in the countryside are very pleasant
That child is a poor baby